My First Pride Outside

Living My Best Bisexual Life

Hey y’all.

Although I’m cooking up a lengthy post about possession horror and Christofascism, I wanted to share a recent experience I had — my first Pride weekend in The City (or San Francisco, for all the non-Bay Area natives).

I’m what could be considered a late bloomer when it comes to my sexuality. The signs were there even as a kid (I mentioned in my last edition that I had crushes on both Akasha and Lestat in Queen of the Damned), but I didn’t start coming to terms with my bisexuality until my mid-twenties. A straight-appearing relationship and a divorce later, and I’m attending my first Pride-parade at the grown age of 36.

I was nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. But I was with my partner and some friends and in the end it was an exhausting but rewarding experience to be joyful and happy and hold my partner’s hand in the comfort of our queer community. We watched the Pride Parade. We stomped around the Castro. We had some really great, upscale seafood at John’s Grill, where Dashiell Hammett’s detective Sam Spade dines in The Maltese Falcon.

Here are the highlights:

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Stay cool and stay safe,

Amanda